So I met this guy in a red suit (OLD)

Chapter 6

Edited

After some time, it was time for me leave.

I waved bye as I entered my car. He waved back from my window.

As I drove away, I felt worried. What the hell would he do there. He definitely won't just be watching TV.

But I put my worries aside, knowing I can't take another day off work. I need the money anyways.

Meanwhile, back home...

Wade watches as y/n drives away and out of view. He turns around and limps away from the window, looking around.

His mind was filled with thoughts, hearing suggestions of what to do from those crazy voices.

"Nah she wouldn't want me to do that" he says to himself.

He looks up the stairs, then to his crutches. "I've done it before, I can do it again" he chuckles.

He hops up the stairs, to the second floor. Wade looks around. He checks one room, seeing it didn't have much inside. The other room was the bathroom. And the only one left was
y/n's room.

Wade limps inside, the crutches making a thump as he moved. He checks her cabinets, seeing useless things. Another had only jewelry. He looks at he last one, finding pictures. He grabs a pile of them and sits on the bed. He pulls off his mask, sighing. The mask had been annoying him for a while now. He just didn't want y/n to see how he really looks like.

But he places his mask on a night stand and looks at the photos. It showed y/n when she was young and in important events. Wade laughs at a couple of them, but eventually places the pictures back to where they were. He stands again, but grabs only one crutch this time.

He opens her closet, peering inside. Wade searches around, then finding a hoodie. It was big. Definitely not y/n's size and definitely for guys. He throws it on the bed and searches again. He eventually finds shorts for guys also.

He grabs that and places it by the hoodie. This outfit is already getting uncomfortable anyways.
He decides to change.

Later that day...

I park in my driveway, feeling wary. I was tired and was in much need of sleep. I exit from my car and walk to my front door. As I searched for the keys, I wonder what Deadpool must have been doing. Hopefully nothing bad. I became lost in my thoughts for a moment.
I... I don't know his name. I felt stupid. After all this time I never asked for his actual name. I enter the key in its place and turn. What if he has an actual life and house like Superman being Clark. And he's just staying here to get with me.

I shake my head as I enter my home. No he wouldn't. He lost his leg so he has an excuse. But still, not knowing his name. The first time we met, sure he didnt have a reason to tell. But we're friends now. That's a good enough reason to tell.

I close my door and look around. It was silent. I place my car keys on a table and walk to the living room. The TV was off and Deadpool was no where to be seen.
"That son of a bitch" I mumble, then running upstairs.

I march to my room, seeing the door was open. When I walk inside, I find deadpool in shorts and hoodie (but still with his mask on), watching youtube on my laptop. He looks at me and waves "Hey sweetheart, welcome back!"

I stutter a bit, dumbfounded. But I close my mouth and sigh, giving up. I take off my shoes and plop on my bed beside him. I look at the video, seeing he was watching (idk you guys try to think up what he would watch).

I chuckle a bit as I watch with him. At the end of it, I yawn. He looks to me as I rubbed my eyes.

"Tired?" he asks. I nod my head in response.

"Hey. Deadpool?"

"Yea?"

"What's your actual name?"

He takes a moment, shifting a bit. "It's Wade."

My eyes felt heavy but I smile "That's a nice name."

I rest my head on his shoulder, too tired to notice.

"Goodnight" I mumble.

"night."